The New Hampshire Gazette

Poetry.
From the Knickerbocker

MEMORY.

'Tis sweet to remember! I would not forego
The charm which the Past o'er the Present can throw,
For all the gay visions which Fancy may weave
In her web of illusion that shines to deceive.

We know not the Future, the Past we have felt,
Its cherished enjoyments the bosom can melt;
Its raptures anew o'er our pulses may roll,
When thoughts of the morrow fall cold on the soul.

'Tis sweet to remember! When storms are abroad,
We see, in the rainbow, the promise of God:
The day may be darkened,—but—far in the West,
In vermillion and gold, sinks the Sun to his rest;
With smiles like the morning he passeth away
Thus the beams of delight on the spirit can play,
When in calm reminiscence we gather the flowers,
Which Love scattered round us in happier hours.

'Tis sweet to remember! when friends are unkind,
When their coldness and carelessness shadow the mind
Then, to draw back the veil which envelopes a land
Where delectable prospects in beauty expand;
To smell the green field,—the fresh waters to hear,
Whose once airy music enchanted the ear;
To drink in the smiles that delighted us then,—
To list the fond voices of Childhood again,—
Oh, this the sad heart, like a reed that is bruised,
Binds up, when the banquet of Hope is refused.

'Tis sweet to remember! And naught can destroy
The balm-breathing comfort, the glory, the joy,
Which spring from the fountain to gladden our way,
When the changeful and faithless desert or betray.

I would not forget!—though my thoughts should be dark,
O'er the ocean of Life, I look back from my bark,
And I see the lost Eden, where once I was blest,
A type and a promise of heavenly rest.

W. G. C.